To the Man who saw Yesterday

You parked the car across the street. Trivial life-forms were swarming around fading street lights. You crossed over, and decided to wait for godot. The inn-keeper still has a business to attend to, and if he could help you, he surely would. Slanging matches were taking place across the street. Children with no futures, parents will never make ends meet. Toxins started dancing in your blood-stream, as your mind started dancing on someone else's highway. You have never been cursed, you have never been granted a wish. You couldn't lie, unless you knew the truth. You thrive in chaos and participate in a neatly indexed life. You want to spread madness, for you have mastered method. For streams to flow, you set forth undercurrents. You wanted all for one, yet you are hesitating in giving away one to all.